The Sentinels circle of perversion

at her look of expectation, lasher understood. it was a story to which he would also give; his features lit with a smile. so well she had described the plight of the lost soul, the hateful blaze of the sun, the loneliness of having no other spirits about. the earthen man was captivated; he hung upon each word, and had been waiting for more when she paused.

"a lake, placid and cool," he answered, delighted to be involved in osprey's wending and vibrant tale. he fell quiet then, as enraptured as a child might be, despite his greying muzzle and silvered hackles.